As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ming raised his hand and threw out a few talismans, which were stuck on the corpse in a flash. After seeing that there was no restriction reaction, he was really relieved.
He took a few steps forward, raised his arm, and directly grabbed the corpse's lower abdomen.
"Puchi!"
His five fingers sank into it effortlessly. When he pulled it out again, there were suddenly three dark beads the size of eggs in his palm.
The surface of these beads was inscribed with dense tiny runes. As the spiritual light flowed, the surrounding void was slightly distorted.
"Nine Revolutions Dark Core, and there are three of them! This person used to be a mighty figure in the Middle-stage of Ethereal Enlightenment! "Liu Ming was overjoyed.
As far as he knew, after a Ethereal Enlightenment Realm Fiend died, a Nine Revolutions Dark Core would automatically condense in the Spiritual Sea in his dantian, which contained the essence of his whole life. Once his cultivation reached the Middle-stage, two more would be born, and if he reached the Late-stage of Ethereal Enlightenment, there would be six.
At this moment, the skin of the young man's corpse in front of him withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if all the flesh and blood had disappeared. Then, with a "puff" sound, it turned into specks of crystal light and disappeared.
The monarch of a generation with profound cultivation had finally disappeared from the world.
As the saying goes, everything is born from nothingness and returns to nothingness. Even if one's cultivation was in the Ethereal Enlightenment Realm, as long as he did not reach the level of immortality, he would eventually fade away from history and be gradually forgotten by the world.
Liu Ming looked at the scene in front of him, slightly stunned. But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Three huge spiritual pressures burst out from below in an instant, and they directly locked on Liu Ming.
Liu Ming's face changed. He had taken the Nine Revolutions Dark Core and destroyed the Wild Cold Real Body. Obviously, he had touched the reverse scale of the three Celestial Phenomenon Realm puppet guards below.
He quickly put away the three Nine Revolutions Dark Cores in his hand, and he made a sword gesture with his other hand. A purple sword light rolled out and wrapped around him. It immediately turned into a ball of purple light and blasted upward.
"Boom!"
A ball of purple light pierced through the roof of the temple and shot into the distance with a flash of silver light.
Almost at the same time as the purple light appeared, three blue escape lights shot out from the Barren Cold Temple and chased after Liu Ming.
The grey light emanating from the surface of the massive grey snowflakes that resembled dandelions transformed into translucent ice spikes that surged toward the four streaks of light from all directions.
…
Seven or eight days later …
Liu Ming floated in the air with his hands behind his back. He looked at the endless gray desert in the distance and a trace of contemplation appeared on his face.
According to the map, the place where the other Ghost King, Shi Kun, had passed away was less than half a day's journey ahead.
This ruin was different from the small temple on the snowy mountain where Huang Han had passed away. It was an extremely hidden underground ruin, but the internal structure was quite grand and complicated.
Speaking of which, Shi Kun was once the Nether King of the Nether Domain. In the history of the Nine Nether Realm, he could be considered as an illustrious Nether King. Not only did he shock the Nine Nether with his Nether Bone Art, he had also recruited many experts of the Nether Clan. Under the circumstances where he managed the Nether Domain in an orderly manner, his power was unparalleled at that time.
However, he was not satisfied with the current situation. In the end, he resolutely launched a cross-domain war and wanted to annex the other Nether Realms. In the end, when he was in the limelight, he was suddenly defeated by a mysterious person and escaped into the Ghost King's Sorrow. Naturally, the cross-domain war was left unsettled.
"It seems that this Ghost King is somewhat similar to the emperors of the mortal world. His desire for power is not small. He even built such a royal tomb for himself before he passed away." Liu Ming muttered to himself thoughtfully.
But even so, he did not dare to underestimate this "Underground Royal Tomb" in the slightest. The trip to the Desolate Cold Temple a month ago had caused him to suffer quite a bit in the end.
Fortunately, he had an idea at that time. He cleverly used the Snow Ground Forbidden Sky Enchantment to turn into several phantom doppelgangers through the Three Shadowy Mirages Technique. Then, he used the Che Huan Totem to hide his aura and got rid of the pursuit of two of the puppets. It was just that the last puppet guard was like maggots attached to a bone, crazily chasing Liu Ming. After chasing for a whole day and night, he could not completely get rid of him.
In desperation, he could only take the risk to fight with it. Finally, with the help of the Mountain River Pearl and the Tiger Dragon Hell Prison, he completely killed it.
As a result, his spiritual power was almost exhausted. He found a hidden cave and recuperated for a full three days before recovering.
But it was all worth it to get three Nine Revolutions Dark Cores.
Liu Ming pursed his lips and continued to fly forward expressionlessly.
… …
One day later.
In a deep, narrow, and dim hall, dozens of palm-sized ancient bronze lamps on both sides of the hall flickered with a faint light, preventing the hall from being pitch-black.
Under the light, it was vaguely visible that there was a platform about half a foot high in the depths of the hall. On the platform, there was a huge pitch-black coffin. The coffin was surrounded by layers of a giant horned dragon that was as thick as a bucket.
The giant dragon's eyes were closed and it seemed to be sleeping.
At this moment, a corner of the coffin lid was lifted. Black gas lingered above and lingered for a long time. It was impossible to see the situation inside the coffin.
In front of the coffin, a vague figure stood, holding a roll of green jade bamboo slips and looking at it seriously.
On the bamboo slips at the front of the bamboo slips, three Ancient Nether characters were written with gold paint, "Dark Bone Method".
The figure was Liu Ming.
This dim hall was the place where the Nether King "Shi Kun" passed away, the eighth underground floor of the royal tomb.
The first three levels of the royal tomb had already been broken into by someone before he entered. The restrictions inside were almost completely destroyed, and now it had even become a lair for ghosts.
Starting from the fourth floor, there were many strange restrictive spells on each floor, such as the Ghost Soldier Formation condensed from Yin sand, the restrictive spells filled with Netherworld Qi, the Illusory Killing Formation, and so on.
Most of the restrictive spells were a great deterrent to ghosts of the Nether Race. But for Liu Ming, who was a human and had a strong psychic power, they didn't cause any trouble. After some twists and turns, he passed them one by one.
According to the Yin Flow Map, the eighth floor was where Shi Kun's corpse was stored. The Zombie Flood Dragon that was entrenched beside the coffin had been sleeping for an unknown number of years, and its cultivation was not lower than the Celestial Phenomenon Realm. Therefore, when Liuyin came here, he did not provoke this ghost for the Dark Bone Method that he did not use.
With the help of the Che Huan Totem secret technique, Liu Ming didn't wake up the Zombie Dragon and quietly took the things in the coffin. Naturally, he was overjoyed.
"It seems that this Dark Bone Method is slightly different from the one I got from Green Spirit," Liu Ming murmured, withdrawing his Divine Sense from the bamboo slip in his hand.
Although he had only taken a quick glance at it, he discovered that this complete manual seemed to be even more profound.
After Liu Ming put away the bamboo slip, he looked at the coffin again, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
According to the Yin Stream Map, there were nine floors in the royal tomb. It was said that the ninth floor hid a large number of real treasures that Shi Kun had brought to the Nether King's Sorrow. The entrance should be under the coffin.
However, the Yin Stream Map clearly indicated that even if one's cultivation was profound, one shouldn't try to enter the ninth floor.
Now that he hadn't found the entrance to the ninth floor, and had obtained the complete Dark Bone Method, he naturally didn't want to risk his life again.
After that, Liu Ming didn't stay there. He left the dark hall and returned the way he came.
He had a deep understanding of the countless restrictions in the Nether King's Sorrow, so he was very careful along the way and didn't have any intention of exploring other places.
Ten days later, Liu Ming safely returned to the center of the Nether King's Sorrow, at the entrance of the huge black valley.
At the moment, there was no one at the entrance of the valley, and the Yin Stream did not appear.
Calculating the time, there was still a lot of time before the three months they had agreed on. After some thought, Liu Ming decided to set up a few restrictions in a secluded corner at the entrance of the valley. He sat down cross-legged and took out the Dark Bone Method to carefully comprehend it.
Previously, he had only skimmed through it once. Now, he began to carefully comprehend the eleventh floor of the method.
His cultivation had already reached the middle stage of the Jin Dan stage under the infusion of the cage's spiritual energy. As long as he could comprehend the eleventh floor of the Dark Bone Method, success would be a matter of time.
Just as he closed his eyes to comprehend the Dark Bone Method, a faint black gas suddenly appeared on the Soul-nurturing Pouch at his waist. Within it, there were countless black runes that flickered, looking extremely mysterious.
Suddenly, an anxious cry came from the Soul-nurturing Pouch.
Liu Ming suddenly opened his eyes and formed a hand seal.
A ball of black gas flew out from the Soul-nurturing Pouch and condensed into Fei 'er's figure.
Liu Ming sized up Fei 'er in front of him and was stunned.
At this moment, Fei 'er had already transformed into the Flying Head's original form. There was a big head and eight small heads, a total of nine heads. Countless dark red blood vessels appeared on each head. They looked like thin meridians that emitted a bloody glow.
Two scarlet flames appeared in the eyes of the Flying Head's head and it let out an anxious cry.
"Fei 'er, could it be that you've already …" When Liu Ming felt the surging aura from Fei' er's body, an expression of surprise and joy appeared on his face.
At this moment, a muffled roar of thunder came from the sky above the valley. The originally dark sky was quickly covered in pitch-black tribulation clouds.
Very quickly, lightning bolts frantically ran through the thunderclouds and the sound of thunder spread far and wide. Gusts of wind wreaked havoc as they swept up gravel and struck the valley.
The tribulation clouds became even lower and the blinding lightning bolts moved faster and faster, as if they could strike down from the sky at any moment.
A trace of madness appeared in the Flying Head's eyes. The black gas on its body swirled and it flew out of the restriction. It let out a low, provocative roar towards the tribulation clouds in the sky.
"I originally thought that the Scorpion would be the first to face the lightning tribulation. I didn't think that Fei 'er would be the first …"
Liu Ming stood in place without moving. He raised his head to look at the Flying Head in the sky and couldn't help but mutter a few words to himself. He then released his spiritual sense to constantly monitor the surrounding situation.
Although there were no living creatures in the surroundings aside from the black mountain rocks, with Liu Ming's temperament, he naturally wasn't willing to relax. His hand formed a sword seal and with a flash of purple light, the Bitter Wheel Sword flew out and floated above his head.
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